i imagined
what it would be like
to be alone eternally
without a soul
in the world
to share life’s
finest moments
as my thought
began to dwindle
into nothingness
she kissed me
atop my forehead
and whispered sweetly
the thrill is gone
december two thousand twelve
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
The candles burned to mask the smoke
lingering in the air. He was certain
he’d been in this room before,
though it reeked of unfamiliarity.
He continued on through interconnected taverns
winding upward toward the sky.
Each passing story flashed old photographs
into his mind, only to dissolve and then
reproject themselves as stars in the sky.
Unclear how high the stories went
on and on he scurried. Up above, he swore,
lay reality; down below was just a past
that begged a sniff of upward mobility.
originally written
march two thousand seven
rewrite and recording
december two thousand twelve
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
i make meatloaf the way
my mother used to make it
except i do mine without the recipe
and sometimes i deviate
from the betty crocker original
it’s the best recipe on the
planet and i’m surprised
it doesn’t have the market cornered
or that you don’t hear about it
on the street or online
every time i make meatloaf
i declare it’s the best one
i’ve ever done – convinced i could
easily feed four thousand
with just two loaves
december two thousand twelve
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
my gut tells me there’s
something missing – a pain
that won’t go away
i make-believe
there’s food in the cupboard
and scurry to get out
the paper plates and plastic forks
while enjoying the meal
i pretend it is my final one
and pray this hunger
will finally pass
december two thousand twelve
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
one hundred twenty times
a minute the baby’s heart
masters frequency
perfectly in sync with nature
and forever dependent
upon the course of time
please stay with me awhile
and watch me learn to love
the power of frequency
december two thousand twelve
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
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